“If there’s anyone who’ll sweet talk her, it’ll be Stôrmand Lane.” Sky adds. “With those two out on the road together this long? We’ll be lucky if we don’t end up with ten dozen horses trotting back to Crimson Ridge after them. Beau’s just as much of a horse-whisperer as Storm is.” Why yes, I’d swish my tail and gladly prance for that man and his mustache, too. So I’m no better than a filly seeking a good home, apparently.
